Then Sam related in detail the bath and discovery of Jack Shore at the jail.
“Fact, Uncle,” he continued, “a regular fiend.”
“What! Jack Shore, of the Securities Investment Association!” exclaimed Mr. Harris, with surprise.
“The same identical chap, Uncle.”
“Dear me; who was his confederate?” questioned Mrs. Harris.
“We have yet to discover, but suspect a certain person well known to you.”
“Whom do you suspect?” sharply demanded Mrs. Harris.
“A much-honored member of society,” replied Sam, with fine sarcasm.
“But we must have his name,” insisted Mrs. Harris. She was promptly supported by Mr. Harris, who said: “By all means, we must know who he is.”
“My Lord Beauchamp!” Sam answered, with emphasis.